A Roundelay of Golf
By GC SMITH
Surely my brain is scrambled
Yup, for sure it’s rent
Because I’ve gambled
Without a single cent
For that reason I scrambled
And won so was content
Because I’ve gambled
Without a single cent
You’ld sure think me addled
Believe my mind is bent
For that reason I scrambled
And won so was content
You’ld sure think me addled
Believe my mind is bent
Yes, of course I must be nuts
Of that there can be no buts
For that reason I scrambled
And won so was content
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